Line 9
On the way home
The local tabloid
Spread on the floor
I pick it up
I read
This woman
87 y.o.
Was hit by a car
Jaywalking
Dead
This other woman
72 y.o.
Not crossing the street
Fast enough
Flattened
By a truck
This couple
79 and 76 y.o.
Crashed on the road
Were killed when
Another car
Hit them
Getting old
Is like a sinking ship
Water is cold
And you’re
Never sure
Where hell
Is coming from
Tag Archives: Metro
Alone on Mars
On Line 9
When hurling down with
The last train
The iron tracks screaming
And ghosts standing alert
You’re not exactly dead yet
But not
Exactly alive
Anymore
That moment in between
When you don’t
Have to think
Whether you’re
Dead or alive
Is comfortable
Enough
Somehow
You wish
It’d never end
Band aid
Line 9
In the crowd
This Asian woman
Young
Safety pins
In her ears
The nurse kind
I think
And I wish
Bag Lady
The day is over on Line 9
This woman bum
With all her bags
Is going to spend
The night
On the platform
It’s cold but
She’s home sort of
So she’s getting comfortable
And finally
Takes her shoes off.
That feels good
Working girl
Beggars’ banquet
I take Line 9
Quite a lot
I know all kinds of beggars
On Line 9 I know them all
Some of them I saw
Their kids grow up
I’ve never seen
A Jew beggar
Neither a Chinese
Whatever that means
I’m now seeing Pakies
Stories 